Those that cared for him knew that special woman was out there. It would be a woman who, having dated reasonably extensively and having had some crapp... relationships of her own, would go, ‘Holy shit—this guy’s a keeper!’ That special woman would be at just that right moment in her young life when she was ready, and able, to commit—to return his affections—to love him to death forever. Was this the one, he thought as he slid into the chair beside her? He introduced himself, as he always did,. She had spoken out of turn. A slave does not explain herself or offer information unless asked. She simply does what she is told to do. She felt she would have remembered that if she had not been so nervous.He turned away from her and went unnervingly quiet while he cleaned up his face and fingers. He returned to Amanda and clamped his hands around her hips again. "Hopefully your disobedience was momentary." His hand slid around to her backside, kneading the flesh. "But, still, it must be dealt. I might have fallen out of love with you, but I always loved and cared for you as a person. For the sake of the old times, for the sake of the love that we once had for each other, for the sake of the wrong that I did you by accident, and for the sake of the justice that you deserve, I hereby beseech the Goddess Azrael to give you another chance at the life of which you were robbed by supernatural means, if she can do that. O Goddess, please ... give Andrew another body! Let him experience life. It had been agreed by the association of owners that Andrew would be allowed a tool belt as he performed his tasks and Marla was allowed an apron to hold her sales brochures, contracts and cell phone while touring the complex with prospective buyers. She reached into a pocket and pulled out her buzzing phone. The ring tone told her it was her mother, Kimberly Tanner."Hi Honey," her mom began, "I have a couple on their way over to see a one bedroom unit. Be careful with them, I get the sense.